❤️ The Sitter (4) ❤️ (F4M) (Months Later) (The Kids are Asleep) (Let’s Relax) (Talking About Having S*x)

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And then they were unconscious. Praise be. It's mostly my fault.

Mother plus kids, not always a great idea. Especially two hours before bedtime. Because I'm weak, they look at me with their little eyes, and this is why I'm not a parent.

Well, thanks. But I'm pretty content with being their dad's girlfriend for now. Well, I'm embracing the title bestowed on me.

Thanks for that, by the way. Throwing me in a closet was really. ..

classy? No, I mean it. Made me feel like I'm not a dirty little secret.

I know. So romantic. But then I always imagined meeting your parents in the middle of a makeout session.

No. No, I did not. It was horrifying and embarrassing, and I wanted the earth to swallow me whole.

But I survived. Just about. And now I can fully access this couch whilst I summon up the courage to check Patreon.

You know, maybe I should just leave it. It's nearly the end of the day. Why ruin a perfectly safe evening? I knew I should've kept it a secret.

I knew I should've kept my mouth shut. Because you always force me to face this stuff. Yeah, and self-betterment is horrifying and hard and scary and.

.. Fine, fine, fine. I'll check it, I'll check it.

As long as I have permission to cry under your shirt when it all goes wrong. Deal? Okay.

Here we go. Oh. Oh.

Oh. No, I don't need your shirt. I have comments.

From people. Real people who've left me words. Uh.

.. Good, good, I think. Um.

.. I absolutely love this one. Such beautiful colors and detail.

I'm so glad I signed up. Well. ..

Now I feel stupid. I am, I am happy. Just.

.. Ah. ..

I just feel like. .. How am I gonna do that again? Yeah, I know, I know, but.

.. What if that's all I had, and it was a fluke, and eventually they're all just gonna figure out I have nothing to offer in the first place? It might be.

It might be the truth. And how do you know that? What? I know.

I just get so worried, and I don't even know why. I don't like being worried, I don't like catastrophizing, I just. ..

I seem to be so heckin' good at it. Yes, yes, yes, come, words, please. I'm listening, I'm listening.

Put that energy into my work. Are you suggesting that by working instead of worrying, I might actually accomplish more? Sir, your ideas are outrageous and impertinent, and I'll have to give them a go.

I know, I know. This is big. This is nice.

This is because I did something instead of just worrying about never doing it. And. ..

It's because of you two. Yes, it is. Because you listened.

Because you made me feel seen and heard. You didn't humor me or roll your eyes. You saw me, and you gave a shit.

And it is honestly amazing what people can do when they feel somebody really gives a shit. So thank you. Also.

.. I think I may be falling in love with you. You know, only if a sensible amount.

I don't want to get carried away. You want to see him? Really? What a nice step forward.

Another comment? I bet you have beautiful feet. We are most definitely on the Internet.

I'm going to break his heart. My feet are hideous. My feet are hideous.

But it's okay, because I have a small business. Heck yeah, I do. Now I need your shirt.

Desperate snuggles. I do. I have a business.

And you. And you. It's early days yet.

Who knows what will happen. I suppose that's what makes it scary. But exciting, too.

Thank you again. I know I keep saying it, but. ..

I am. .. so thankful.

For everything. But I know. ..